In the factory of wines

He organised the system

Stealing bottles out for other people

Through various means

In the factory of wines

They drank together happily

In unofficial coffee breaks

Behind the scenes



In the factory of wines

He tried to organise a union

No one was interested

In ideas such as these

In the factory of wines

They treated him, eventually

Rather like a cat with fleas

Always searching for the cheese



In the factory of wines

They didn't recognise him

The man from the management

Dressed in plain clothes

In the factory of wines -

They didn't realise -

Drinking a glass of red

And holding it up to his nose

Writing out a report of the

Estimated loss

Leaving the piece of paper

On the table of his boss



In the factory of wines

They agreed to make a deal

Scared to death

Of being crushed

Beneath the big wheels

Give us a name

And then we will forget your crime

Now he's standing, waiting

To walk out of the door

For the last time